In the laboratory building of the Federal Polytechnic University of Biomedical Sciences, the students who have taken refuge here do not pay any attention to the sound of white spiders approaching in the tall and dense green trees of the campus, or they force themselves not to look.

Iron rods removed from railings, test benches, and other places were firmly welded into any cracked doors and windows around the building, and their metallic sounds drowned out the faint sounds of climbing not far away—swarms of intruding white spiders in the walls, rooftops, and even the waterways around the basement, or in the shadows of the nearby shelterbelts, between the treetops, and in the darker draining ditches, wherever they could sneak in, they would burrow into them unnoticed.

No one wanted to hear the breaking of branches in the north wind, and the guttural sounds of approaching danger, as faint and faint as the chirping of birds lurking in the treetops. No one wants to smell rotting flesh and excrement. The smoke from burning wood and the smell of rotting fruit mixed in and wafted in the breeze around 3 p.m., completely obscuring the rancid smell that remained of the white spider feasting on the corpses of his classmates.

After the light rose and the warning was issued, some of them went home to find help from their parents and relatives, and the rest were mostly boarding students, who found that they could not return to their homes on the maglev high-speed train they used to take in the past, so they hid in the dormitory building, and after two days, the people who asked for help did not find the police, and the contact with the government was completely cut off, and people kept running from the capital, wailing and telling about beams, white "hounds", monsters with eight claws, the rout of the army, And all sorts of weird and bad stories about rotten vines, which are terrible and hard to believe.

Some sensible, even timid and cautious people began to gather in this experimental building, and the emergency defense measures of the laboratory were opened under the leadership of the professors who did not flee the school, and the metal windows were slowly lowered, like a flowing waterfall covering all the entrances and exits of the laboratory building, and the panicked people looked for their friends as soon as they hid in, or told others about strange things, but soon, they saw the white spider in the mouth of the exile and the dark red and gray sarcoma vineman, These gray monsters have been around the school since now, slaughtering people who didn't enter the lab, turning the entire campus into a slaughterhouse of killing, which drives people who observe the changes in the campus through the narrow metal windows almost crazy. Some people tried to push open the door and pull in the people who were wailing for help outside, but they were quickly stopped by others, and many more vomited, dazed, prayed, and saved themselves at the corpses lying on the road everywhere.

Seeing the terrifying blade-like hooks of the white spider, the professors asked the students to use all their power to plug all the seemingly fragile places, which is what has changed. The jumble of iron bars sealed every visible window like the iron bars of a prison, but even so, they could catch a casual glimpse of the scene of the terrible monster eating. With the increasing scarcity of food, going out has become the consensus of most people. Almost two-thirds of the people are busy saving themselves, some people are bunching up protection between the gaps, some people are trying to climb through the ventilation ducts to the supermarket outside, some people are setting traps inside and waiting for the white spider to come to the door, so naturally someone has to find a way to sharpen the iron rod and make a weapon to rush out.

"It's almost there, but why is it almost," muttered a slender pale young girl in a ponytail, squatting awkwardly in the northwest corner of the clearing, shivering in a slightly larger Federal Institute of Biomedical Sciences sweatshirt, antique jewelry, and cropped casual trousers on the lower half. His pale face was slightly freckled, and his long, dark black curls were spread out, and the curls were wrapped in delicate feathers. She was a nervous girl, always pulling her long hair that hung down her temples behind her ears or pursing her lips like obsessive-compulsive disorder. At this moment, her small hands were clutching an iron rod, rubbing against the edge of the stone steps of the staircase over and over again, but from time to time she would wipe the edge, as if the steps were smeared with oil.

The steps weren't greased, but they weren't much different, and she saw that the edges of many of the steps that were easy to polish iron rods were polished to a near-smooth metal.

"It's nothing, Su Meng, take it easy." —A hunk man looked at her from behind the girl, and another girl, who was also young, nodded, "You're too impatient." “

"That's because everyone else can do it."

On the stairs, there was also a thin man who was also sharpening an iron rod, he poked his head out and looked down, "Su Meng, stop pushing yourself." ”

"I don't want to push myself, it's those guys outside who are pushing me." She continued to hold the tip of the iron rod tightly with both hands and pestle the stone steps, grinding a few times, she slipped her hand again, she took a deep breath, looked at her palm, the palm that was once white and tender and floaty, the wound that had been cut by the slippery hand before it opened again, she grabbed the stick, "Yesterday the professor made up his mind, we must fight to the death before we start to fall into the predicament of cannibalism," the girl who thought she was physically clumsy couldn't help but lament, "I would rather use a stick and die with the monster, I don't want to stay here and wait for someone to eat it for breakfast or share someone else's corpse, that's crazy. ”

The thin man sighed, "Well, the place you're holding is too close to the port, and it will make you lose your strength." ”

"I can't hold it at all if it's not so close," the pale girl frowned, "I don't have as much strength as you." “

"That's the only way you can make a difference." The girl muttered to herself and knocked again. The iron rod slid straight out of the ground and landed two meters away.

"Damn! Damn it! Su Meng kicked the stick hard, lowered her head and gasped for air, but soon she went to pick it up again.

"You're sharpened enough, let me teach you."

The man on the stairs walked up to her and fell to his knees, trying to gently take the iron rod from her hand. Su Meng shrank back and refused to hand over the iron rod. "I'm sorry, George, give me some time, okay? I can handle it, I can do it. She insisted, her thin shoulders tensed under the sweatshirt.

Her female companion, who had been watching from the sidelines, admonished, "Xiaomeng, don't be reckless, this kind of thing will be better done if it is left to a man." ”

Even her best friend for many years, she didn't listen to this senior sister, but grabbed another spare iron rod of her own, and continued to come again, first tentatively tapping the metal cap of the pile head a few times, and then aiming at the edge of the steps, the steps were round enough, she understood.

Actually, this is not a bad thing. She had worked hard to keep her arms in hand, which would be useful for a girl like her in the current environment.

Now that they ran out of food and were about to find something even more desperate, the group of evacuees had been recuperating here for more than two weeks, counting the food in the small supermarket downstairs of the laboratory, making distribution plans, and rethinking their future, if they really had a future. They intend to open the gate and welcome the white spider. This is a crazy move, everyone present will probably die, but there is no way, no one wants to be served as dinner by the same kind, and even a few opponents are quickly refuted by the professors' tirade, "We are citizens of the Federation, the beginning of the interstellar era," the professor admonished everyone who is willing to open the door, "how can you gradually lose your morality and become crazy because of the persecution of monsters?" We should at least fight to the death, like decent interstellar citizens. "It doesn't make sense for what he said, but there are many people who approve of him.

All, "I can do it," she cheered herself up, whether it was for today, or for tomorrow, she knew that she could only rely on herself in a dangerous situation.

"You just need to make the pointed end fall to the edge like this......" The big man stood beside the girl, using his thick arms to raise the iron rod, his big hands that seemed to be able to easily wrap around the girl's entire head, "using his gravity and the friction of the steps." ”

The pale girl stood a little farther away. Even though the man was squatting on the ground in a sleeveless denim shirt and a shabby down vest, he could still tell that he was a dignified man. With thick shoulders, tree-like thighs, and a thick neck, he has a near-perfect body in a federal fighting tournament, but he can still be very gentle. On those melancholy eyes, with long eyelashes, and in front of the bald forehead, a pair of smooth eyebrows have been locked, revealing an unexpected iron man tenderness. "Nothing difficult...... See? He demonstrated it again, his tattooed biceps as round as a pig's belly, bouncing as he simulated a thrashing motion, "See how I did it?" ”

"I don't have as much strength as you," Su Meng carefully took the stick, and the fracture that had been gray before became smooth and sharp. Her senior sister looked at them unpleasantly, and the senior sister told herself privately that she liked the tall boy named George from District 1, liked his strong muscles, liked his softness, liked his handsome facial features, and liked his kindness.

But no matter how she explained that she already had someone she liked, whenever the senior sister saw George take the initiative to approach her, her face would always be filled with jealousy that she couldn't hide. As a best friend, Su Meng didn't want to embarrass her senior sister too much, so she said, "I'll try the effect alone", and hurried down the stairs, leaving three companions who looked at each other and didn't know what to say.

Downstairs is a spacious hall, and the professor and his students stack all the tables, chairs, desks and cabinets in the hall to the door, for fear that a monster will break in, so now this is an empty training ground, where many people try all kinds of strange methods, including using their newly completed Paleolithic weapons, stone axes, spears, short swords, and a small earthen gun made by a boy who likes ancient firearms, which can only shoot one bullet at a time. With this weapon, Su Meng would rather use an iron rod to deal with the large number of white "hounds".

Yes, they are hounds, as large as hounds, with a keen sense of smell as hounds, and as fast as the fastest hounds, but they are more cruel, ten times more cruel than the most ferocious hyenas.

She's a little scared, will she really have a chance tomorrow!? Will you be one of the lucky ones to escape? Su Meng didn't know, she could only blindly stab the iron rod behind her back forward again and again, imagining the posture of the white "hound" pounced, she rushed forward, stabbed through its flesh with a "bang", and then let it whimper and flee in a hurry.

She'd rehearsed this familiar scene countless times in her mind, but were those "white hounds" really that easy to deal with!? What would she do if two of them pounced on her at the same time? She was annoyed to find that she had no intention of "practicing" again.

"Su Meng," behind her, the tall man upstairs stopped her as soon as he walked down, "You are here." ”

The pale girl straightened her back and carefully withdrew the iron rod, "Why, George, there is something looking for me. ”

A tall man, he looked very young, his sparse beard had just been shaved not long ago, his eyes were very hot, which made Su Meng unable to adapt, she hated such a gaze, it looked as if she was going to strip her clothes naked. The pale girl took two steps back, and feeling that she was too weak, raised her head to look directly at the man in front of her, who was a head taller than herself.

"Tomorrow's business," George slurred, barely able to get a whole sentence out, "I think you can follow me, I can take care of you," seeing her frown, George hurriedly added, "We are friends, and we should take care of each other." ”

Su Meng became even more annoyed after hearing his words, "Classmate George," her voice raised a few degrees, "I can take care of myself, please don't think of me as a weak girl." “

Xu Yin's voice was a little harsh, and she couldn't help but soften, "That's it, I'll go back to my capital, you will go to Whitewater City, we can't go together." “

George's lips squirmed a few times, his Adam's apple couldn't help but swallow something, and Su Meng understood what he wanted to say.

"I have someone I like," there was a hint of affirmation in her soft voice, and the students around her gradually looked over, but quickly turned their heads to go about their own business. In the beginning, they will be happy to make noise and ridicule, and they will be happy to promote the strange men and women they take for granted to be a good match to each other in pairs in the apocalypse, commonly known as matching cp, of course, this kind of behavior is only done by fools and fools. Thankfully, two weeks of survival have taken the humor of most self-righteous fools, and tomorrow's plans are constantly suppressing everyone's already fragile hearts, who just don't look away indifferently, for now, there are more important things waiting for them to do.

George's words to her were like a fish in his throat, and an indescribable knot appeared on his face, "A foolish boy who looks like his sister, just because he and you have known each other since childhood?" What is there about him that you should like with all your heart? His muffled voice was palpable in its unpleasantness.

"He's not." Her retort provoked George's deeper jealousy.

The girl flinched quietly, trying not to provoke him to anger him further, "George, you're a strong boy," she slurped, her fingers twining restlessly, as if trying to hang each other, "humorous and handsome, and the focus of the game, a lot of good girls like you, and so does the senior sister, she told me, I can swear, she loves you to death." “

George's slender and thick eyebrows were raised high, "Senior sister likes every man she likes, you know, what I like is you." He picked out the topic.

Now that there is no way to retreat, the pale girl also mustered up the courage to look at the man who could strangle herself with one hand, tactfully and decisively, "You also know that I like you or not, George, we will separate tomorrow, don't embarrass each other, okay?" “

George was furious, but he suppressed the anger that froze on his face, and only took a step forward, but the girl did not retreat, but straightened up.

After looking at each other for a while, George noticed that the others were looking at him, and a wave of shame and deeper anger came over him, accompanied by a deep sense of regret, but he remained silent and finally chose to turn around.

His concession relieved the pale girl, who realized that at some point she was raising her iron rod in a wary manner, the tip of which was pointed at George.